There is a pretty little fox.
She had an obsession with rocks.
Her fur was fire truck red
And had white upon her head.
She collected shiny, sparkly things
To decorate her glittery wings.
To and fro she would fly,
Never once asking why
She was the only four legged critter
That could move about thither
In the clouded blue heavens.
And while her rocks were all pretty
They weren’t at all very witty.
The little winged fox wanted a friend
To whom her kindness she could extend.
So one day she went on a search,
And spied a raven on his perch.
“Come down to me, little bird,
If you wouldn’t mind one so furred.”
The bird fluttered and hopped,
And downward he dropped.
“Of course,” the bird spoke,
For he was a kind bloke.
And so the two became good friends,
And that, children, is the end.
Author notes
Written for my creative writing class. I know the flow is wonky and the rhyme is, well, horrific. But rhyme isn't my normal style and children's poems (like this one is meant to be) are definately not my thing. So, gimmie some slack. And yes, I know the title sucks. But I couldn't think of anything better. Any suggestions?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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CUTE!
I like it it is cute. and your ryming is just fine -
"And while her rocks were all pretty
They weren’t at all very witty."
Aww, this is a very cutesy little write. It's great and I love the little fox.
Great job.
shi
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cute, reminds me of you and josh XD I think it should be called umm...you could use part of your poem line and call it "Pretty little Fox" or something like that.
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cute
don't foxes eat crows? There are all kinds of little kid's stories that are actually pretty grim; red riding hood, gingerbread man...no need to be forcefully cheeky and gay (as in, recklessly happy. Writing more naturally to your style might help the poem some.
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